Henry Timrod

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Henry Timrod was born December 8, 1828, in Charleston, South Carolina, and died October 7, 1867, in Columbia, South Carolina. He was an American poet often called the “Poet of the Confederacy.”

His family background shaped his literary leanings. His father, William Henry Timrod, was an amateur poet and bookbinder whose shop was a meeting place for writers and thinkers in Charleston. Young Henry studied at the Classical School of Christopher Cotes, where his classmates included Paul Hamilton Hayne. He later went to the University of Georgia for a short time but had to drop out due to financial difficulties and ill health. Before the war, he worked as a tutor and teacher on plantations in South Carolina, and wrote poems for local periodicals.

When the Civil War broke out, Timrod returned to Charleston and became publicly involved. He published patriotic poems that encouraged enlistment in the Confederacy. He attempted to enlist in the Confederate army but had to step back because of health issues (tuberculosis). He also worked for a time as a war correspondent for a Charleston newspaper. Even though he was not a front-line soldier, his poetic voice became one of the Southern literary voices of the war.

Timrod’s wartime poems include *“Ethnogenesis,” “The Cotton Boll,” and “Ode: Sung on the Occasion of Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead.” and *(After the war, Timrod faced poverty and declining health. His subject matter shifted somewhat—still reflecting the war, but also nature, loss, memory.

He died of tuberculosis in 1867 at age 38 or 39. After his death, his friend and fellow poet Paul Hamilton Hayne edited his poems and helped preserve his literary reputation. His works became part of Southern literary memory and are often anthologized among American poetry.

Timrod is associated with the Romantic tradition and with Southern regionalism. His style is not radically experimental, but he is admired for combining lyricism with sentiment, patriotic feeling, and attention to nature. Because of his alignment with the Confederacy, his work is controversial today, but his place in 19th-century American poetry remains significant.

His military role was limited—he was never a combat soldier—but his poetry and brief service connected him to the conflict more as a literary voice than as a fighter.

Timrod’s legacy is twofold. He is remembered as the “Poet Laureate of the South” or “Poet of the Confederacy,” a title given to him posthumously, though unofficial. His poems remain part of Southern and American literary history, included in anthologies, studied in literary scholarship, and sometimes used in cultural memory—his poem “Carolina” is even set as the lyrics of South Carolina’s state song.

Though his life was short and his health precarious, Timrod left behind a body of work that connects poetry to history, identity, loss, and memory. His voice is tied to a specific time and place, and in reading his poems today, readers confront both his skill and the difficult legacy he carries.

You may learn more at the Poetry Foundation and Wikipedia.

Henry Timrod – Poet of the Confederacy

I’m pleased to announce that we’ve added a significant—and often overlooked—voice of the American Civil War era to our collection: Henry Timrod and, in particular, his war-time poetry. The volume we’re drawing from is Poems of Henry Timrod; with Memoir. What…

Christmas

Henry Timrod
How grace this hallowed day?

Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,
Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire

The Two Armies

Henry Timrod
Two armies stand enrolled beneath

The banner with the starry wreath;
One, facing battle, blight and blast,

Carmen Triumphale

Henry Timrod
Go forth and bid the land rejoice,

Yet not too gladly, O my song!
Breathe softly, as if mirth would wrong

The Unknown Dead

Henry Timrod
The rain is plashing on my sill,

But all the winds of Heaven are still;
And so it falls with that dull sound

Ethnogenesis

Henry Timrod
Written During the Meeting of the First Southern Congress,

at Montgomery, February, 1861

Ripley

Henry Timrod
Rich in red honors, that upon him lie

As lightly as the Summer dews
Fall where he won his fame beneath the sky

A Cry to Arms

Henry Timrod
Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!

Ho! dwellers in the vales!
Ho! ye who by the chafing tide

Charleston

Henry Timrod
Calm as that second summer which precedes

The first fall of the snow,
In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds,

Carolina

Henry Timrod
I

The despot treads thy sacred sands,

Storm and Calm

Henry Timrod
Sweet are these kisses of the South,

As dropped from woman’s rosiest mouth,
And tenderer are those azure skies

Dreams.

Henry Timrod
Who first said “false as dreams”? Not one who saw

Into the wild and wondrous world they sway;
No thinker who hath read their mystic law;

1866–Addressed to the Old Year

Henry Timrod
Art thou not glad to close

Thy wearied eyes, O saddest child of Time,
Eyes which have looked on every mortal crime,

The Past.

Henry Timrod
To-day’s most trivial act may hold the seed

Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth;
Oh, cherish always every word and deed!

Too Long, O Spirit of Stor

Henry Timrod
Too long, O Spirit of Storm,

Thy lightning sleeps in its sheath!
I am sick to the soul of yon pallid sky,

A Prize Poem

Henry Timrod
A fairy ring

Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain–
From whose weird circle every loathsome thing

The Cotton Boll

Henry Timrod
While I recline

At ease beneath
This immemorial pine,

Spring

Henry Timrod
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air

Which dwells with all things fair,
Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,

To Time, the Old Traveler

Henry Timrod
They slander thee, Old Traveler,

Who say that thy delight
Is to scatter ruin, far and wide,

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